Yes, this was us. But was I bovvered? Nup! My mummy armour was on and impervious to whingeing, and today I didn’t give a shit if people heard the grizzling and had an Opinion on it; I did not crumple, and my sense of humour was even tickled at my baby Machiavelli over there. And while he bellowed with the outrage of the thwarted four year old for the next 5 minutes straight, by the time we all rode the trolley together in the carpark he was back to his normal chatty self.

This is our system, and it works for us. Well, NOW it does… the four year old has spent the past two years learning to follow the system. Now it’s the two year old’s turn to try his luck, and fun times with foot stamping hilarity lies ahead.